The secret diary of a single parent bloke
Several months ago, I booked a holiday for the three of us. I managed to get a really good deal on an all-inclusive holiday in Turkey at one of those holiday-fortress type places that I swore I’d never go to. I looked upon it as a holiday for Natalia and Jack, after all, a holiday can be hard work for a single parent.
It was also the first time I’d taken them on a holiday just on my own- previous holidays had always been part of a group, or with family. I wasn’t nervous though, I was really looking forward to it! Since being made redundant, I’d been able to spend much more time with them, and felt that the three of us were closer than ever.
Jack did his usual “demand to sit by the window on the plane then instantly fall asleep” trick, much to Natalia’s annoyance, and off we jetted. Part of the bargain price was a night flight, so when we arrived at the hotel at 7am, we went straight to bed! But it wasn’t long before we were out exploring the fabulous facilities.
All-inclusive proved to be a good choice- I was glad of not having to spend lots of extra money, and the kids loved the freedom of going and getting their own food and drinks. But for me, there was something missing- adult company.
I’m quite a sociable person and will try and strike up a conversation with anybody, but I don’t think I had a proper chat with anybody. Kids make friends easily, but I’ve noticed that adults only admit other adults in similar situations to their circle: a family will mingle with another family; a couple will mingle with other couples; and lone people mingle with other lone people. Unfortunately, it seemed that I was the only lone adult there. Even the staff wouldn’t (or couldn’t) chat- I’ve been to Turkey lots of times, and always found the Turkish people to be lovely, warm and friendly, but they just seemed oppressed and grumpy here.
Jack and Natalia are growing up fast, and they’re already good company, but no substitute for an adult to talk with. Despite the isolation, we had a brilliant time and even now (as I type this in 2012), they still talk about the camel ride, when I pushed Natalia into the pool at midnight, and the free Fanta. I just feel sorry for the people who received my verbal diarrhea upon my return!